Chapter 133: A Bit Intoxicated

Compared to the Breathing Technique and the Great Dao contract, for Feng Zi, the Refining Method was much simpler.

He and Qing Lin discussed it back and forth, and in less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, they had already derived a relatively complete refining technique.

Afterwards, Qing Lin used an accessory she wore close to her body to experiment, and successfully refined it.

At the same time, Feng Zi also refined the hunting knife he carried on his person:

Almost in an instant, he felt that the hunting knife was like a part of his own body, capable of doing whatever he wanted it to do with ease.

With a mere thought, the hunting knife hovered and leaped beside him, as if it were a little person possessing intelligence.

Looking at the ordinary hunting knife circling beside him, Feng Zi was like a child who had found a beloved toy, unable to put it down for a moment.

Qing Lin had never seen him look so unsteady before, and she tilted her head in confusion, asking, "Is this really that fun?"

"Oh, this is a kind of romance, I suppose it's the feeling of a long-held fantasy finally being realized... or something like that," Feng Zi replied with some excitement.

After all, this is the Object Manipulation Method; if used properly, it has many wonderful uses.

At this very moment, a thought he had pondered for a long time popped into his mind—Sword Flying!

No sooner said than done, Feng Zi immediately jumped onto the hunting knife that was hovering steadily in front of him, and flew a short distance quite clumsily.

Well, although it wasn't Sword Flying, the effect of Blade Flying seemed about the same; it felt quite dashing!

Watching Feng Zi standing on the hunting knife, swaying unsteadily but with a face full of excitement, Qing Lin struggled for a long time.

Finally, she could not suppress the thought in her heart and couldn't help but retort: "But, even without using external objects, you can already fly short distances."

Yes, with Feng Zi's current strength, he could completely rely on his own power to fly short distances; using the blade was instead a bit of a superfluous act.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zi scratched his face in embarrassment and took the opportunity to return the hunting knife to its sheath.

He pondered for a long time, and in the end, that slightly foolish answer still popped out: "But, this is really cool."

One has to admit, the brain circuits of Qing Lin and Feng Zi were truly as perfectly matched as a thunderclap.

She actually agreed with this statement without hesitation, and immediately nodded: "Mm, it really does have that feeling."

But Feng Zi no longer dared to continue dwelling on this topic:

He felt that if he kept talking like this, he would definitely add a black history so silly it bubbled over.

So he cleared his throat and stiffly shifted the topic back to the main point:

"Alright, since there is no problem with the technique itself, let us refine that unknown object."

Seeing this, Qing Lin just smiled and followed Feng Zi in changing the subject: "I will continue to help you control it, you be careful."

She had only just loosened her grip when the golden object began to shake slightly, and it moved toward Feng Zi uncontrollably...

As if it were its instinct.

But fortunately, Qing Lin only loosened her hand and did not relax her control over it, so this golden object remained suspended between her palms.

"I hope that after I refine it, I can figure out what on earth this thing is."

Feng Zi murmured as he walked forward, slowly seeping his True Qi into it.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but frown and say: "Strange, why can't I refine it?"

In Feng Zi's perception, his Refining Method was still operating effectively.

According to common logic, he should have already completely mastered that mysterious golden object by now.

However, Feng Zi only felt as if his True Qi were flowing into some vast, boundless existence.

A stone sinking into the sea? It was a similar feeling, but this description was not accurate.

Encountering a blockade? There was a similar feeling, but this sensation was also not comprehensive.

This made Feng Zi look at Qing Lin in great distress, and he said somewhat insecurely: "Could it be that the Refining Method didn't have any effect?"

Upon hearing this, Qing Lin slowly closed her eyes.

A moment later, she opened her cyan eyes again and said with certainty: "The Refining Method is useful, but you did not inject enough power."

Hearing these words, Feng Zi suddenly realized:

That's right, if one wants to refine a certain object, one must consume a certain degree of power; this also conforms to the supreme principle of "equivalent exchange."

A hunting knife is quite ordinary, so naturally, it wouldn't consume much True Qi.

Although he could not understand what this golden unknown object was, it looked extraordinary at a glance, so it naturally required more mental effort and True Qi to refine.

Thinking of this, Feng Zi nodded slightly: "Looking at it this way, if one wants to refine this object, I fear one cannot be impatient.

"It doesn't matter, the thing we lack the least right now is time; I have plenty of patience to wear it down.

"It's just... I'll have to trouble you to keep this object for me for a few more days."

Regarding this, Qing Lin herself had no objections—when it came to Feng Zi's affairs, she rarely had any differing opinions.

Not far away, Xia was already walking toward the doorway, seemingly to call Feng Zi and the others to eat breakfast.

Ever since Qing Yang and the others arrived at the Muhe Tribe, a full month had passed without them realizing it.

During this period, everyone had their own difficult problems that needed to be overcome—

Lu Hanwen and Li Shou were still researching how to channel Qi and Blood Power into their meridians.

Although they had not yet achieved success, according to the two of them, they had already grasped a few tricks, and at most, after spending another month, they would be able to succeed.

Qing Yang was also striving to comprehend the technique on the Beast Skin Scroll; according to him, although he faced many difficulties, none were hard to solve.

Regarding the problems these three were facing, although Feng Zi had the heart to help, he truly had no way to start:

To him, many of the problems the three faced were not problems at all; he could complete them "naturally."

But for Lu Hanwen and the others, they certainly would not want to hear such flippant remarks.

Perhaps it was truly as Qing Lin said, the talents of the two of them were ultimately different from others.

Many things that were self-evident in their eyes were as difficult as ascending to heaven in the eyes of others.

Of course, Feng Zi and Qing Lin also had their own things to be busy with:

For nearly a month, whenever they had any spare time, they were busy refining that golden unknown object.

Hard work pays off, and they finally got their wish, successfully refining the "outer shell" of that golden object.

"Hiss, what on earth is the origin of this thing? I've been refining it for so long, and I've only refined the outermost layer..."

Feng Zi could not help but gasp, and he lowered his hand.

If they could only keep "grinding" away at it bit by bit like this, he asserted that it would take at least years to completely refine this object!

But fortunately, ever since refining the "outer shell" of this object (if it truly had such a thing), it was, to some extent, already under Feng Zi's control.

At the very least, this object would no longer uncontrollably approach Feng Zi.

Qing Lin also noticed this point and smiled, saying: "But some progress has still been made, hasn't it?"

To this, Feng Zi just helplessly shrugged his shoulders: "That is true."